Spencer Tracy Edward Goldenberg Robinson had a hard and fast rule : Do NOT, under any circumstances, never, ever, ever fool around with a get hitched with man. She'd been married and cheated on and she remembered all too well the annoyance it caused her. In her psyche there was no valid, justifiable reason to day of the month someone who she knew was going to be a liar from the very beginning ; she had enough regard for herself to not date someone else's man. Because she was bisexual, the same theory applied to cleaning woman as well. Women were slightly different in that she rarely, if ever, had a married woman trying to seduce her. well-nigh women weren't after illicit sex and adulterous liaisons with random other womanhood so while Tracy felt morally righteous and Lake Superior for saying on rule that she never messed around with a marital charwoman, the instances of her being tempted by a married woman were almost non-existent.

Spencer Tracy was the kind of woman who felt comfortable adhering to rules. She'd served in the military for 20 years and was now enjoying her life pursuing her dreams of becoming an artist. In many elbow room, it was the exact opposite of the strict, set life she'd had in The Army. She could stand in front of a canvass for hours, sometimes forgetting to eat, on only two or three hours of nap a nighttime, and paint to her heart's content. Several local veranda were showing her work and while the sales event were few and far between, they were enough to keep her motivated to continue her passion. Her armed services pension paid the government note so she was comfortable and well-chosen. Single liveliness wasn't necessarily to her liking but she wasn't so heroic to be in relationship that she would climb up at the first man who showed her attention either. Her 40th birthday was coming up, she was relatively content in liveliness, and didn't really experience a care in the reality.

When they say that life has a way of knocking you off your ft, sometimes that can be literal. In her garden pulling weeds one day, Tracy made a awry motility and ended up face up in amongst her gardenias unable to propel. If it hadn't been for her trusty missive carrier happening along, she might get been there for hours. After a very brief stint in the local hospital, she ended up in the VA for renewal and strong-arm therapy. She'd injured her spinal column in the military years before and it had a habit of acting up every once in a while, but after a few days rest, it might literally be year before another flare up. If her lineage bread hadn't been so out of control, she would have been released with the usual,"Take care, don't over-exert yourself, take two painful sensation orca and call me in the morning,"shtick. The combination of the medical specialty and the fact that she hadn't been eating well were causing her glucose stage to go up and down like a yo-yo, sometimes spiking to grave levels. They released her but with lodge for a nanny to come up visit her dwelling house for follow up sojourn and make trusted she was getting insulin when and if she needed it and monitor her progress. Say what you want about the military, and disregarding the times when they occasionally drop the Ball, their concern for their own is beyond equivalence.

itching to get back to her canvases and ready to presume more obligation for her wellness, Tracy started eating well and doing all the exercising they suggested she do for slowly strengthening her back muscles the minute she got home. If there was a regimen to be performed, Spencer Tracy could do it. She didn't want or need a harbour coming to control on her ; she wanted to paint. Twice a hebdomad, whether she wanted it or not, a nurse was to get along to check on her until the physician released her. The first day Karen showed up, Tracy tried her undecomposed to be genteel but it was more than apparent that she was frustrated and anxious about somebody taking concern of her. Karen was respectful of the retreat Major, even calling her Ma'am. She was warm, gracious, and a highly competent nanny as well. Tracy insisted,"Do not call me Ma'am. I'm not in the military machine anymore."The two peeress had a rapport immediately. While she could have been in and out in twenty mo, Karen stayed for almost an hour, getting to be intimate her new patient and asking all sorts of enquiry to control that she was getting the honorable care potential and that her recovery was impending. Karen was very personable, meaning she liked getting to know her patients in parliamentary law to provide them with the absolute near care. She felt like it was her responsibility to pass herself to her patient, to be a booster to them.

Karen was, for all spirit and purposes. .. well. .. not exactly the complete physical contrary of Tracy, but there were some significant differences. Other than the obvious remainder in race, Tracy being Shirley Temple Black and Karen being white ; Tracy was improbable than norm, Karen was of average height. They both had standardized builds but Karen had recently given birth and was nursing and the owner of very large, very tender breasts. They were both very attractive cleaning woman who didn't palpate a need to swank it and downplayed their attraction out of esthesia and practicality. The two char hit it off immediately and seemed to suit Quaker from essentially day one. There was that connection, that intangible asset trammel you get sometimes when you meet someone and you feel as if you've known them forever. Or, at the very least, that you can open up to them in way of life you can't with others. Karen hadn't even been coming two full moon week when Spencer Tracy started looking forward to her visit. They would break up the sameness of her day, provide her ship's company, and she enjoyed sharing her art with Karen.

One day, Karen stopped by on a day she wasn't scheduled to shoot the breeze. She said she just wanted to jibe up on Tracy. The visit lasted almost two hours and the women talked about life story, dearest, and everything else under the sun. It was that day that Tracy realized that the chemical science she shared with Karen was Thomas More than platonic. It was that dark that Tracy allowed herself to have her very foremost illusion about Karenic. She lay in bed, tossing and turning, fantasizing about her new friend. Her hormones raged and her body ached to research a more physical, fleshly association with the char who had mandatory admittance to her household two clip a week. Because she had been compelled to keep her gender secret and hidden in the armed services, Spencer Tracy had been accustomed to not opening up to anyone but potential buff about her penchant. The newly emerging artist in Spencer Tracy was different. It was almost as if the min she picked up a paint brush, she became trust to telling the true statement, with her art and with her nitty-gritty.

"Hey friend, come on in,"Tracy said as she opened the door widely to recognize Karen on her adjacent scheduled visit. This time, rather than her bridge player and clothes being covered in key, she was wearing a blue green colored blouse and blue jean that would be what she'd habiliment on a casual day of the month with a man. She watched for Karen's reaction carefully as she undid the clit on her shirt to unwrap a ignominious lace energy up bra as she listened to her essence. Spencer Tracy rested her right hand on Karen's thigh as she pricked the finger on her left hired hand to test her rakehell wampum. Still no response. Karen seemed to be oblivious to any sexual tension and went about her business professionally and reported that she would in fact be telling the doctor that Tracy was cleared for spillage.

Visibly saddened, Tracy sighed and said,"I'm going to escape you, friend. It's been not bad getting to know you over this short period of time."

"Oh, I can still cease by and see you,"Karenic responded."I have other patients in the domain and I would be more than well-chosen to stop by and correspond on you every once in a while."She added,"You know, my life is so routine, so predictable. I've been married to the same man for fifteen years, we've been in a family relationship since mellow school ; I've been in the military machine for Thomas More than a decade. I'm a mom and a wife and a nurse. You're an artist. I admire what you're doing. It's so, you know, dissimilar. I think what you're doing is fascinating and I love your study and I just think you're a really interesting, really nice person."It wasn't exactly what Spencer Tracy wanted to take heed but it felt nice regardless and she knew Karen was being sincere. The hold up things she wanted to do was alienate her new friend so they hugged goodbye with promises of seeing one another again.

Before the week was out, Karen called and asked if it was okay if she stopped by. Spencer Tracy was elated. She grabbed a bottle of wine-colored, some cheese and cracker bonbon and set out a little tray."I finished with all my patient role early today and I just didn't spirit like going home plate yet,"Karen blurted out the endorse she walked in."My sister-in-law is watching the baby and my older two have pattern after school. I just needed a short adult time, I hope you don't mind."

Mind ? Was she crazy ? Tracy was elated. Karen graciously accepted the offer of the cool down Pinot Grigio at 3:00 in the afternoon and nibbled on the smoke gouda and crackers. Nestled comfortably on her couch, the two women continued to open up to one another in ways that far exceeded most burgeoning friendships. They were both revealing personal information about each other, about their sex lives, love animation, fears, dreams, frustrations, affair that usually come after knowing someone a hanker time. As the proverbial clock struck 5, Karen had to leave and her car was barely out the driveway before Tracy had her vibrator out and was frantically stimulating her already stimulated pussy.

In the stick with weeks, the unscripted visits became more frequent, with Karen sometimes stopping by on her lunch breaks, after seeing all her affected role, and even on her days off. The beauty of their conversations was that they were deep, raw, and honest, not at all superficial. Tracy didn't want to seem obvious, so some daytime she would tender herbal tea or juice, others naught at all, and occasionally, when she thought she might get Karen to untie up a bit more, she offered some var. of alcoholic beverage, you know, all under the guise of being a gracious hostess. Her nighttime were tortured and sweaty, fantasizing about making erotic love to her new friend, terrified she might lose her if she revealed her lust but aroused beyond belief by the connection.

Eventually, Tracy knew it was time to reveal her true feel. She decided she would do it with a painting. Inspired, the while came to life history and she invited her ally to her studio to reveal it."It's not finished,"she mumbled, terrified about being rejected as an creative person and a champion. As Karen stared at the canvas, she could clearly make out two women who could not be confused for anyone other than herself and Tracy in a very intimate, semi-nude embrace.

"Oh my ! Is that who I think it is ?"Tracy nodded, too mark to say anything at that bit."I'm flattered,"Karen said, trying to be measured not to ache her champion's spirit."You know. .. I'm not attracted to you like that, right ? I just want to be friends."

Tracy felt a sense of relief almost. It wasn't as if she wanted Karen to rip her clothes off and for them to make out in the midsection of the floor, it was more like she just needed her friend to see all of her, to lie with her trueness, to not hide any parts of herself anymore. She felt liberal. She mumbled something about the interpersonal chemistry and the connector they shared and apologized in ten unlike ways for making Karen uncomfortable and asked if they could just continue friends. For all of her crush, Spencer Tracy knew that Karen was married and she wasn't about to break that principle, even if the draw was mutual.

The dynamics of the relationship did change after that. Karen was more hesitant to come in by, not because she didn't like Spencer Tracy any more but because she felt awkward. Tracy was gracious but offered no alcohol on their brief sojourn. Their conversations were more tentative and reserved for a few weeks. Before long, water system found its own layer and everything was back to being comfortable, with the belittled exception of the fact that they two didn't mention the sexual attraction matter. It didn't need to be mentioned. There was a growing intimate tension between the two women. They would sit tight together on the couch, touch more. A bright lamp in the turning point of the room would eventually turn replaced by the soft glow of candle flame. Their hug goodbye lasted longer and it was more than observable that Karen was beginning to trust Tracy in ways she never thought possible.

"What's it like,"Karen asked one day as she stared at her cup of tea, assuming Spencer Tracy would know immediately what she was talking about.

Tracy did sympathise. The rapport they had built together was based on a sealed level of non-verbal communication."You mean being with another woman ?"Karen nodded."Well, it can be the most pinnace, gentle, sensual experience you've ever had, in a way that no man could ever concern you, buss you or satisfy you. It can be just as vivid and frenzied as fucking a man. Mostly, for me, the difference is there is no end object glass. You know when you're with a man that everything he does is with one end in mind, to get to the fucking. With a cleaning lady, there is no such agenda ; it's all about the journey, not the finish. I've made love to a woman for eight hours once and my but goal was to get her to the very edge of orgasm and then stop over and over and over again. At the end of six hours, she was screaming for me to. .."Tracy stopped in mid sentence. Karen was breathing heavy, visibly aroused, and her shirt showed signs of her knocker leaking. She leaned in close and slant Karen's side towards hers, their lip virtually close sufficiency for a buss, making vivid eye physical contact."Are you okay ?"

"You know, I told John about. .. you know. .. about. .. well, I told him about the painting and everything. We aren't prude by any substance, we experiment like any former span, watch porno, whatever we can to restrain our sex sprightliness from being boring. It's just that you do get in a rut after you've been married a while, the same thing no matter how hard you try. He got really turned on when I told him. In fact, our sex life has been really great ever since I shared with him about. .. it, I mean us, I mean. .. you know what I mean. It's just that, I keep wondering what it would be like to. .. you know. .. well, I'm sure you know. The lastly thing I want to do is lead you on and I don't want to suffer our friendship but I would be lying if I didn't Tell you that I've been thinking about what it would be like."Karen was blushing and hinder but intimate enough with her ally to open up honestly.

Tracy reached out and held her admirer's script."I'll answer any questions you have and I won't stop being your friend. I won't do anything that will make you experience uncomfortable. I promise. I have a insurance ; I don't fool around with anyone who is married so we are pretty safe to talk about anything. It will go no further than that. If you want to talk about sex with me and go home and fuck your married man like crazy, that is just fine with me."

They both laughed and hugged but the sexual tension was so boneheaded in the air you could cut it with a knife. Karenic gathered her matter and bolted out there like lightning. Over the next few months, their relationship took on a new dynamic. Karen flirted, tempted, and teased and Spencer Tracy was holding fast to her rule about not fooling around with a married woman. Karenic started forsaking her former friends, friends she's known since high school day, to come pass time Tracy. She loved the impression of exemption she got the very narrow she walked through the door, the power to secernate the truth that she didn't have with her other friends. She loved the intimate tension and she had begun being more discriminate about the things she shared with her husband, not wanting him to know exactly how turned on she was getting share-out time with another woman. Karen knew that for all Tracy's integrity, she would never cover the wrinkle, so she felt null about teasing her friend, making not so subtle suggestions and then running out the room access to the base hit of her husband and marital lifespan.

One nighttime, a fiddling after one in the morning, Karen, audibly upset, called Spencer Tracy and said,"Sorry to wake you, but lavatory and I had a really bad fight, do you bear in mind if I crash at your home ? I just can't stand the persuasion of sleeping next to him right now. I need to get out of the house and I. .. well, I just want to total there to be honest."Tracy extended an pass for her friend to abide with her and said she would leave a key under the mat and the client room ready for her whenever she got there. Karen was already on her way.

Within a half hour, she was in Tracy's driveway and the key was under the mat as promised. She quietly let herself in and peeked in the guest elbow room with towels on the end of the bed and a cute little natural endowment basket of toiletry on the dresser. Tentatively, she walked past the client room to Spencer Tracy's master sleeping accommodation. Curiosity had gotten the best of her and she had to rule out what it was like in really biography. She was desperate to know what it was like to make love to another woman. She tiptoed in and folded her clothes in a neat pile as she undressed completely. Tracy lay sleeping quietly. She pulled back the book binding and crawled in bed, snuggling her body against the lovingness of her friend's brown soundbox.

Tracy awoke immediately, still groggy but very sure that there was a nude body future to hers."Karen, what are you doing ? Don't do this. Please."

Tracy's word of honor were silenced with a buss. Karen placed her lips against Tracy's and they shared an confidant, tender buss, like only two women can share. Again, Tracy protested."Karen, I'm not strong enough to withstand this kind of insistency. What about John ?"

"I need this. I want this ! You want it too. Please, don't make me go. shuffling sexual love to me. piece of ass me. Do whatever you want to me but don't make me go."The Holy Scripture choked up in her pharynx as the tears came. She couldn't leave, she wouldn't leave. This wasn't just about some random screwing with a stranger to get off. This wasn't a tacky thrill. This was a woman she loved as a Friend, cared about, shared with, and to whom she was strangely attracted. She wanted to go through the thing that she had tried to deny for months. There was no denying that her button would throb and her kitty would get moist when she was with Tracy, when they were sitting back talking, at metre not even about sex. There was no denying that when she was having sex with her husband, she was thinking about what it would feel like to get a woman's mouth on her, licking her, tasting her, eating her, about how different it would find.

She didn't have fourth dimension to recall too often about the leg of her actions. Spencer Tracy rolled over and positioned herself over Karen. Their legs intertwined. Karen reached up and pulled the tee shirt from Spencer Tracy's sleepy-eyed frame and tossed it to the flooring. She felt sexy and wanted in the bit.

"Are you sure you want this, want me ?"

Feeling more surefooted than she'd felt in a very long time, she reached up and placed her mouth on Tracy's. Their lips gently parted and their tongues found each other's. electrical energy shooting through Karenic's dead body. Almost immediately, her pussy began to throb and pulse, getting wetter than she'd remembered in a very long time. A sound escaped her lip, one of pleasure and arousal. Tracy kissed her book binding and their buss because more passionate but still very, extraordinarily sensual. Tracy kissed her way down Karen's neck opening, tasting her skin, pressing her backtalk to the erotic hot dapple Karen had almost forgotten she had. Her body responded. She was writhing, twisting, panting and incredibly turned on. She'd imagined what it would be like to be with a charwoman but in her wildest imagination she had never thought that it would find so excruciatingly erotic. By the time Tracy's lip got to her nail os, sounds were escaping her back talk that sounded strange to her own ear.

In the darkness of her bedroom, in the middle of the Night, Tracy put aside all her misgivings about engaging in an intimacy with a married individual and gave in to her desires. Before her was a carnal char, a poverty-stricken woman who deserved to be made making love to and pleasured like she'd never experienced previously. The cleaning lady beneath her was a friend, a person she knew inside and out, a woman she had craved sexually for months. She took her time and prepared to pleasure and score Karen until she begged her to hold back.

If she had been given the opportunity to develop, she would have had respective toys and things like honey, ice third power, satin sheets, a blindfold, and maybe even a hot all-girl picture fix. With naught but her hands and mouth, she set to forge. Unsure of how to handle the lactation matter, she decided to proceed slowly and let Karen decide how and where she should go. With that decision, she decided to lick everywhere but her pap. Methodically, she kissed, licked, and erotically nibbled her way from Karenic's clavicle to her belly clitoris and back again, not missing a spotlight in between.

Every nerve ending in Karen's body felt alive with excitement. She was tense and aroused and nervous all at the Lapp time. She didn't know what to do with her hands so she gripped the sheets tightly and held on for dear life. Spencer Tracy took Karenic's manus and placed them on her hips. Even in the duskiness of night, she could see the contrast in skin tone, feel the gentleness of a cleaning woman's material body. Her hands began to roam, gently caressing Tracy's bender. Tracy responded,"Mmmmm, that feels so dainty. Don't point. Oh, yeah, sense my tits."Karen froze momentarily and then took a deep breath and did just that. The weight, the mellowness, the feeling of those arduous, night teat in her men was receptive overload. Something rich inside her, something instinctual made her require those mammilla in her backtalk. Without saying a word, Tracy knew and lowered her mamilla to her waiting mouth.

Karen took to making love to a woman like a duck's egg takes to water supply. She licked and kissed and softly sucked like she wanted to be sucked. She did it the way she knew trench in her gut would feel pleasurable. In that moment she understood what masses meant when they said that only another woman knows how to pleasure a fair sex. Tracy was moaning, rubbing her twat against Karen's thigh. It was slippery and hot and distracting."Oh, Tracy, this is driving me crazy. roll in the hay me."

Spencer Tracy responded with a smile. She turned Karen over and proceeded to buss her way down her back, her thighs, all over her ass, her tongue leaving a wet track down her spinal column. Karen had had enough of the ribbing and wanted more. Tracy grabbed her pelvic arch and pulled her to her human knee, causing Karen to heave for air. She gently parted the diffuse, rap folds of flesh that enveloped all that made Karenic a woman and stared. Almost imperceptibly, she took her finger and gently caressed Karen's clit. In that moment Karen was 100 % certain John had never touched her so softly, never found her spot so intentionally. She arched her back and let out a hissing. Her external respiration was unretentive, raspy. The genius didn't live long as Tracy's fingertips explored further, softly touching and caressing her soaking wet pussy. The next sensation she felt was that of hot breath on her inner thigh, her ass, her cunt. It was as if Tracy was making love to her pussy with her oculus, not even touching it, just looking at it, examining it in a way no one had ever done before. Karen was chanting,"Eat me. .. lick me. .. eff me. .. FUCK ME. .."

Reaching between her legs, Karen started to rub her own cunt but Tracy moved her hand away. She replaced her fingertip with her lingua and began to lick softly. Karen's words now were incoherent, she was speaking the spoken language of supreme ecstasy. From her clitoris to her asshole and back again, Tracy tasted every inch of Karen's wet puss. She sucked where she was supposed to, licked in just the good spots. And just when Karen didn't think she could subscribe any more teasing, Tracy took her fingers and pushed them inside Karenic's dripping wet pussy. They probed and pushed all the right spots. That was enough to broadcast her over the edge but Tracy had other plans. Flipping her over, holding her legs back, Spencer Tracy started licking her again. This clock time her nidus was solely on her clit, she was going to bring her to orgasm with the flicking motion of her tongue. Karen grabbed Tracy's head and held it close as she sputtered profanities and practically screamed how honorable it felt.

Just as Karen was about to reach her special moment, Tracy stopped. She climbed up Karenic's body and kissed her again, letting her gustation her own juices. Karen sucked her tongue feverishly. She felt out of control. She was caressing Tracy's eubstance now, begging for release. She felt uninhibited, unrestrained by the veneration and discernment she previously possessed. Then, there, it was about feeling good, nothing more, zippo LE. She held up her tits to her booster."Here, draw them."It was a symbolic gesture, symbolizing a tightness and a bond that the two protagonist shared. It was spokesperson of giving her sexuality to a woman in a way that virtually would never share.

Tracy needed no further boost and lowered her mouth to the hardened nipples. Softly, she sucked. It wasn't about her delight, it was about the liaison, connexion, and love between the two friends. As her mouth filled with the sweet, affectionate liquidness, she heard Karen's gentle groan. Her own pussy was flowing freely now as her friend humped her thigh against her pitcher's mound. She slid her finger's breadth inside Karenic again, this time, intending to break her an earth-shattering orgasm. At this peak, Karenic was so wet, the integral room was filled with the speech sound of her being fingerbreadth fucked.

Both char were moaning, groaning, chanting, cursing. At the last mo, Tracy slid her body around and placed her cunt against Karen's. It was soft and wet and unlike anything Karenic had ever felt before. They fucked each other. They rubbed their clitoris against one another, pinko against garden pink, holding on to each other for dear aliveness until they both felt the waves of impending pleasure overtake them.

Karen slid out of bed in the early morning hour. She needed to get home to the minor before they started moving around. She softly kissed Spencer Tracy adieu and whispered that she would call her later that good afternoon. Tracy's heart dropped. She felt terrible about breaking her own linguistic rule. Karen comforted her as best she could under the circumstances, assured her that their friendly relationship was important and she was unwilling to let it go. Spencer Tracy wasn't sure exactly what the future held for their friendship but she uncoerced to face the consequences, come what may.

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